We swooped by an abandoned building. We all got out. An elite charged me with a sword. I jumped behind him and hit him with my assault rifle. It swooped at me again, missing. Kat and Emile jumped out of their chopper. I then took my combat knife and jabbed it in the back. "AURGH!!!!" it screamed as it hit the ground. "Is that all you got?!?" I said. "Watch out!" Kat said. Huh?!? A sword swooped at me. It cut my hand off! "AH! HELP!" I screamed in terror. I fell and hit the ground hard. "Six is down!" Kat said in distress. I saw her arm. It must have been replaced. I have to do that, too. Carter and Kat carried me inside. "I don't feel good," I said. "Six is blacking out!" Kat said. They put me down. "I'll stay with six," Carter said. Kat ran off. "Six, how many fingers am I holding up?" he asked. "Eight?" I replied. "Right, your in bad condition," Carter said. "You need to rest and get some sle.........." I fell asleep.

"What happened?" I asked. I lifted up my head. I saw Kat trying to fix a panel and Emile shooting an elite. Jorge and Carter ran in. "Done!" Kat said. The doors slowly closed. "Six? You okay?" Jorge asked. "I guess...Although I am missing a hand!" I exclaimed.